Amalia
the shield of safrin
The sigh of relief has Amalia laughing, a little abashed at having left poor Loren for so long blindfolded and enduring the smell. "I don't know how you lasted so long," she admits softly, shaking her head. "I can shift enough that I can't smell, at least. Otherwise I probably would have given up a lot sooner."He offers to put the bird back in the amulet, and Amalia turns it thoughtfully between her fingers, biting her lip. "I... I think I'll keep the healing, if that's okay." In all honesty she's more than likely to need that sooner than she would ever need a spark bird. Amalia had a habit of getting into trouble.
At last they near the lip of the tunnel, and Amalia reaches down to pick up the poor unconscious Ianto, settling him carefully in her scarf. "I'm going to take him back to the bakery and get some food in him. Would you like to come? It's the least I can do to thank you."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
